The Poet’s Forge (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
He lies on his back, the idling smith, A lazy, dreaming fellow is he; The sky is blue, or the ...
He lies on his back, the idling smith, A lazy, dreaming fellow is he; The sky is blue, or the ...
ON Petrarch's heart, all other days before, In flaming letters written, was impress d GOOD FRIDAY. And on mine, be ...
A DRUID. SWEET smiles the May! The forest gay From frost and ice is freed; No snow is found, Glad ...
A moonbeam floateth from the skies, Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie! I would spin a web before your eyes,-- A beautiful ...
If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting, find One ...
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I ...
Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and ...
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you -- Nobody -- Too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd ...
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Sweet dreams form a shade, O'er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams ...
It was shearing time at the Myall Lake, And then rose the sound through the livelong day Of the constant ...
The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
"I'll introduce a friend!" he said, "And if you've got a vacant pen You'd better take him in the shed ...
The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten ...
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...
Beautiful city of Edinburgh! Where the tourist can drown his sorrow By viewing your monuments and statues fine During the ...
Oh! beautiful Oban with your lovely bay, Your surroundings are magnificent on a fine summer-day; There the lover of the ...
Beautiful Sun! with thy golden rays, To God, the wise Creator, be all praise; For thou nourisheth all the creation, ...
Success to the Newport Railway, Along the braes of the Silvery Tay, And to Dundee straghtway, Across the Railway Bridge ...
All ye pleasure-seekers, where'er ye be, I pray ye all be advised by me, Go and visit Tayport on the ...
What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones The labor of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallowed ...
At the edge of All the Ages A Knight sate on his steed, His armor red and thin with rust ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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